Sophie
Sophie is burning down her stage
She built it up then tore it down
So no one could leave or take it away
But I kind of wish I was her muse
I'd learn to smile the way she'd like me to
Bow my head and say her prayers
To a man far less fortunate than me
Shackled by the cries of life's unholy dreams
Like I wish I could kiss sophie on the lips baby
Cause maybe then I'd get what you've been crazy for these days
And I wish you would take me to her home in Maine
Then walk inside and leave me to crawl back to Santa Fe
It would be enough just to hear her voice through the open window
Cause I'll be lost no matter where I go
Sophie is running to your door
Her glass slippers upon your golden floor sound like chimes cried out for you
And I watched her go from down below
My face is blurred, my gown is torn, and my feet never make a sound
To a man far less fortunate than me
Shackled by the cries of life's unholy dreams
Like I wish I could kiss sophie on the lips baby
Cause maybe then I'd get what you've been crazy for these days
And I wish you would take me to her home in Maine
Then walk inside and leave me to crawl back to Santa Fe
It would be enough just to hear her voice through the open window
Cause I'll be lost no matter where I go
She built it up then tore it down
So no one could leave or take it away
But I kind of wish I was her muse
I'd learn to smile the way she'd like me to
Bow my head and say her prayers
To a man far less fortunate than me
Shackled by the cries of life's unholy dreams
Like I wish I could kiss sophie on the lips baby
Cause maybe then I'd get what you've been crazy for these days
And I wish you would take me to her home in Maine
Then walk inside and leave me to crawl back to Santa Fe
It would be enough just to hear her voice through the open window
Cause I'll be lost no matter where I go
Sophie is running to your door
Her glass slippers upon your golden floor sound like chimes cried out for you
And I watched her go from down below
My face is blurred, my gown is torn, and my feet never make a sound
To a man far less fortunate than me
Shackled by the cries of life's unholy dreams
Like I wish I could kiss sophie on the lips baby
Cause maybe then I'd get what you've been crazy for these days
And I wish you would take me to her home in Maine
Then walk inside and leave me to crawl back to Santa Fe
It would be enough just to hear her voice through the open window
Cause I'll be lost no matter where I go
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Writer(s): Olivia Peppiatt
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